Merging

I’m all bent out of shape over

some b---- who

couldn’t take no for an answer.

I’d merged way back when

where I was supposed to, and

she rode the line until

the last minute

and tried to cut in front of me.

I kept close distance

Between my car and the car

in front so she f---ing honked

at me, angry gestures ahead, like

I’m the one to blame.

Do you think that just because

you ask for something

I have to give it to you?

I gestured too and yelled

at her through my closed window, “Why

the f--- didn’t

you merge back there?!”

She shook her head, disgusted

with me, and inched forward

anyway.

I wasn't willing to hit

her car, so she won the battle.

I called her a f---ing

b---- while waving wildly

At her back.

She didn’t seem to see me.

I want to explain

To her I want to say,

“Look.

I’m coming out of

A long, dark time in my life

When I didn’t know what I wanted, or

I knew and couldn’t ask, or

I asked and didn’t get.

When others’ desires seemed

more important than mine

always, and I

didn’t feel I had the right

To insist.”

Maybe that is her story too.